we're like the lewis and clarke of fucking

so “fun”

There sat down, once, a thing on Henry's heart só heavy, if he had a hundred years & more, & weeping, sleepless, in all them time Henry could not make good. Starts again always in Henry's ears the little cough somewhere, an odour, a chime. And there is another thing he has in mind like a grave Sienese face a thousand years would fail to blur the still profiled reproach of. Ghastly, with open eyes, he attends, blind. All the bells say: too late. This is not for tears; thinking. But never did Henry, as he thought he did, end anyone and hacks her body up and hide the pieces, where they may be found. He knows: he went over everyone, & nobody's missing. Often he reckons, in the dawn, them up. Nobody is ever missing. — Dream Song 29, John Berryman.

rava pulling apart legos so her the boys can build things.

Blue

he’s fragile

sobbing, why is his name in quotes?? "hello "kendall". if that's even your real name" <- his mom.

kendall five years down the road on his private island leading a wildly unethical therapeutic retreat just trying to find some way to play jesus because his siblings wouldn't nail him to the cross

survival: guaranteed

gay kendall throwing his feet up on a desk always at the scene of the crime

“You’re such a pussy.”